120: Chapter 120 Sexy Qin Xiaoran

He glanced at the address on his phone, the location Qin Xiaoran had sent.

It was in an alley in the old city, not far from here.

He stepped on the accelerator, the car sped up, and headed in that direction.

More than half an hour later, the car stopped in front of an old residential building.

The building wasn't tall, six stories, and the exterior paint was already peeling. The streetlights were dim, casting a yellow glow on the stairwell entrance.

Wang Yang turned off the engine, pushed open the car door, and cold wind rushed in. He tightened his coat and quickly walked into the building entrance.

The hallway was narrow, and the sound-activated light came on, casting a dim, yellow glow on the concrete steps.

He climbed to the fourth floor, stood in front of a door, and raised his hand to knock.

Footsteps sounded from inside, and soon, the door opened.

Qin Xiaoran stood at the doorway, her hair still wet, spread over her shoulders.

Droplets of water dripped from her hair tips, landing on her collarbone and sliding down her fair skin.

She was wearing a black lace nightgown, thin and clinging softly to her body.

The neckline was very low, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a shallow cleavage.

The hem of the skirt was as short as could be, just past her upper thighs, and her legs were long and fair.

She was barefoot on the floor, her toenails painted with a light pink polish.

The straps of the nightgown were thin, hanging on her shoulders as if they could slip off at any moment.

Her face was flushed, whether from the steam of a recent shower or something else, he couldn't tell.

When Qin Xiaoran saw Wang Yang, her eyes instantly lit up, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards.

She seemed to light up entirely.

"Brother Yang! You're here!"

Her voice was clear, filled with unconcealed joy, like a chirping bird.

She took a step back, opening the door wider, her fingers clutching the doorknob, knuckles slightly white.

Her other hand unconsciously tugged at the hem of her nightgown, as if trying to cover her legs.

But the skirt was too short; pulling it made no difference.

Wang Yang's gaze moved from her face to her body, then back to her face.

His throat moved, but he didn't speak, stepping inside.

The door closed behind him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her against the wall.

Her back hit the cold wall, and Qin Xiaoran let out a soft

Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers slightly curled, her face flushed as if on fire.

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her eyes didn't know where to look.

One moment she looked at him, the next at the floor, then back at him.

Wang Yang looked down at her, his fingers moving up from her waist.

His fingertips touched her wet hair, cool and smooth.

"Did you miss me?"

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip and nodded.

"Yes."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum. After speaking, she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Her fingers lightly traced circles on his shoulder, stopping after two strokes, as if afraid he'd notice.

Wang Yang's fingers slid down from her hair, landing on her cheek, gently caressing it.

Her face was hot, her skin smooth, like a peeled egg.

His fingertips slid from her cheek to her earlobe, gently pinching it.

Qin Xiaoran trembled all over, letting out a soft hum.

She shrugged her shoulders, like a kitten whose ears had been stroked.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Qin Xiaoran's face grew even redder, her fingers clutching his collar, making her knuckles white.

"I... I just finished showering... I didn't have time to change."

Her voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible by the end.

She secretly glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, her lips pressed together, her lower lip bitten until it was white.

Wang Yang's fingers slid from Qin Xiaoran's earlobe to her neck.

Her neck was slender and fair.

He could feel the beating of her pulse, quick and rapid, as if it wanted to burst through her skin.

His fingertip lingered there for a moment, feeling the warmth.

"Are you dressed like this for me to see?"

Qin Xiaoran buried her face in his neck, not daring to look at him.

Her voice was muffled, carrying a hint of coquetry.

"Mmm..."

Wang Yang chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest, making her face tingle.

His fingers slid from her neck to her collarbone. Her collarbone was delicate, like two shallow crescent moons.

His fingertip lingered there, lightly tracing the curve.

Qin Xiaoran's breathing grew heavy, her body trembled slightly, and her hands clenched his clothes, making her knuckles white.

Her legs felt a little weak, her knees lightly brushing against his, as if she couldn't stand anymore.

Wang Yang lowered his head, his nose touching hers.

They were so close, so close that she could see herself reflected in his eyes, so close that her eyelashes almost brushed his face.

Qin Xiaoran's breathing was completely erratic. She wanted to pull back, but the wall was behind her, so she couldn't.

"Xiaoran."

"Mmm..."

Her voice was trembling, like leaves in the wind.

His lips slid from her nose to the corner of her mouth, lightly brushing past, as if testing, or perhaps teasing.

"You know, you look beautiful like this."

Qin Xiaoran's face was crimson, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Her fingers clutched his collar, making her knuckles turn white.

Her lips were slightly parted, wanting to say something, but unable to.

She could only let out a soft

Wang Yang stopped talking, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

It wasn't a light touch, but a real kiss.

Qin Xiaoran's mind went blank. She felt as if she had been electrocuted, frozen in place.

She didn't know how to kiss, so she could only clumsily press her lips against his.

She didn't know whether to move or stop, her hands clutching his clothes tightly.

Wang Yang's tongue pried open her teeth.

Qin Xiaoran trembled all over, letting out a soft hum.

Her hands slid down from his clothes, resting on his shoulders, her fingernails lightly digging in.

In less than ten seconds,

Qin Xiaoran's legs completely gave way. She leaned against him, like a puddle of melted water.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, her nails lightly scratching Wang Yang's scalp.

She began to respond to him, clumsily, awkwardly, like a child learning to walk.

Qin Xiaoran clung to Wang Yang, imitating him.

She licked his lips, touched them once, then pulled back, then touched them again.

Wang Yang's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Their bodies pressed together. Through the thin nightgown and his sweater, they could feel each other's body heat.

Her nightgown was so thin that he could feel the curves of her body, soft and warm.

After a long time, Wang Yang finally released her.

Qin Xiaoran leaned against him, panting heavily, her face flushed as if on fire, her eyes glistening.

Tiny tears hung on her eyelashes, her lips were slightly red and swollen from the kiss, slightly parted like a newly bloomed flower.

The strap of her nightgown had slipped down, revealing half of her shoulder. Her fair skin glowed softly in the dim yellow light.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of moisture, like a spring pool.

"Brother Yang..."

Her voice was soft as water, trembling, shy, and filled with unconcealed joy.

Wang Yang swallowed, the dark desire in his eyes deepening.

He reached out, his fingers threading through her hair, which was wet and cool.